The Good Shepherd Page #2

And even at six years old I new

there was a big big difference.

There was a lot of blood.

Father?

And in his left hand he held a note

that was sealed.

I dont know why, buy I took the

note and I put it in my pocket.

I always said it was an accident.

It wasn't and accident.

My father killed himself.

singing

Congratulations Mr.

Wilson. I'm Richard Hayes.

Master of secrets and orders.

What did the note say?

I told you I never read the note.

You didn't read the note?

No.

My father said your father

was going to be appointed

Secretary of the Navy

until his loyalty

was brought under question.

We're not going to have a

problem with your loyalty are we?

And yet ...

a certain word

a glance, a guise,

will mirror never show?

reflecting not my gaze

but my uncertain question caught

inside a shadow of our shifting eyes.

That really is quite elegant Mr. Wilson

Good order. Very precise.

Feeling of the unknown.

Fine poetry is the music of mathematics.

Numbers.

Singing.

You have to look behind the words

to understand their meaning.

Right. Well, good night gentlemen.

Mr. Wilson

May I see you in my

office for a few words?

I am recommending you as editor of

our poetry magazine, The Politicus.

I'm honored. Thank you.

I appreciate your faith in me.

Never be ashamed of

your abilities, Edward.

Isn't there a picture that used to sit

on the mantle there, and there

was a group of soldiers...

It's my father's Crimean War regiment.

The ?????

I remember.

I'm having it mended.

I remembered it because it

reminded me of my father.

He was in the war.

I think we're being watched.

Watched? What do you mean?

There's a man in a hat.

I don't see anybody.

You know. There's so much I'd

like to share with you Edward.

and I hardly know

anything about you at all.

Other that you being a

particularly bright student.

I feel that we have a

kind of kindred spirit.

I really should be going.

No. I've started to write something.

Perhaps you'd like to hear it?

A bud has burst on the upper bough

the linnet sang in my heart today

I know where the pale green grasses show

By a tiny runnel, off the way,

And the earth is wet.

A cuckoo said in my brain.

Not yet. Not yet.

I haven't finished it.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I can't hear.

What's your name?

Edward.

I'm sorry. Would you say it again?

I have to read your lips.

Edward.

Hello. Edward.

I'm Laura.

I'm sorry.

Would you say that again?

There isn't one person in a hundred

who would walk by a hat on a bench

without giving it a second look.

That says a lot about you Mr. Wilson.

You don't distract easily.

She's a very pretty girl.

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